Аквариум - Генерал Скобелев
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Мне снился генерал Скобелев,
Только что попавший в тюрьму.
Мне снилось, что он говорит с водой,
И вода отвечает ему.
Деревья слушали их,
Вокруг была пустота.
Была видна только тень от круга,
Тень от круга и в ней тень креста.
Дело было на острове женщин,
Из земли поднимались цветы.
Вокруг них было Белое море,
В море громоздились льды.
Женщины стояли вокруг него,
Тонкие, как тополя.
Над их ветвями поднималась Луна,
И под ногами молчала земля.
Генерал оглянулся вокруг и сказал:
"Прекратите ваш смех.
Дайте мне веревку и мыло,
И мы сошьем платья для всех.
Немного бересты на шапки,
Обувь из десяти тысяч трав;
Потом подкинем рябины в очаг,
И мы увидим, кто из нас прав."
Никто не сказал ни слова,
Выводы были ясны.
Поодаль кругом стояли все те,
Чьи взгляды были честны.
Их лица были рябы
От сознанья своей правоты;
Их пальцы плясали балет на курках,
И души их были пусты.
Какой-то случайный прохожий
Сказал: "Мы все здесь, вроде, свои.
Пути Господни не отмечены в картах,
На них не бывает ГАИ.
И можно верить обществу,
Можно верить судьбе,
Но если > < ты > хочешь < узнать > < Закон >,
< То > < ты > < узнаешь > его в < себе ."
Конвой беспокойно задвигался,
Но пришедший был невидим для них.
А генерал продолжал чинить валенки,
Лицо его скривилось на крик.
Он сказал: "В такие времена, как наши,
Нет места ненаучной любви", -
И руки его были до локтей в землянике,
А может быть - по локоть в крови.
Между тем, кто-то рядом бил мух,
Попал ему ложкой в лоб.
Собравшиеся скинулись,
Собрали на приличный гроб.
Священник отпел его,
Судья прочитал приговор;
И справа от гроба стоял председатель,
А слева от гроба был вор.
Этот случай был отмечен в анналах,
Но мало кто писал о нем.
Тот, кто писал, вспоминал об общественном,
Чаще вспоминал о своем.
А деревья продолжают их слушать,
Гудит комариная гнусь;
И женщины ждут продолженья беседы,
А я жду, пока я проснусь.
I dreamed of General Skobelev,
Just got into prison.
I dreamed that he was talking to water,
And the water answers him.
The trees listened to them
Around there was a void.
Only the shadow from the circle was visible,
Shadow from the circle and in it is the shadow of the cross.
It was on the island of women,
Flowers rose from the ground.
There was a white sea around them,
The ice poured into the sea.
Women stood around him
Thin, like poplar.
The moon rose above their branches,
And the earth was silent under my feet.
The general looked around and said:
"Stop your laughter.
Give me a rope and soap
And we will sew dresses for everyone.
A little birch bark on hats
Shoes of ten thousand herbs;
Then let's throw mountain ash into the hearth,
And we will see which of us is right. "
No one said a word
The conclusions were clear.
At a distance, all those
Whose views were honest.
Their faces were ripples
From the consciousness of his rightness;
Their fingers danced a ballet on triggers,
And their souls were empty.
Some random passerby
He said: "We are all here, like ours.
Ways of the Lord are not marked in maps,
There are no traffic police on them.
And you can believe in society,
You can believe fate,
But if> ,
him in
The convoy moved uneasily,
But the one who came was invisible to them.
And the general continued to repair the felt boots,
His face grimaced on a cry.
He said: "At times such as ours,
There is no place for unscientific love " -
And his hands were to the elbows in strawberries,
Or maybe - on the elbow in the blood.
Meanwhile, someone nearby beat flies,
He hit him with a spoon in his forehead.
The gathered threw themselves,
Gathered on a decent coffin.
The priest sang him,
The judge read the verdict;
And to the right of the coffin stood the chairman,
And to the left of the coffin was a thief.
This case was noted in annals,
But few people wrote about him.
The one who wrote, recalled the public,
More often remembered his own.
And the trees continue to listen to them,
Mosquito bearing a mosquito;
And women are waiting for the continuation of the conversation,
And I'm waiting for me to wake up.
Just got into prison.
I dreamed that he was talking to water,
And the water answers him.
The trees listened to them
Around there was a void.
Only the shadow from the circle was visible,
Shadow from the circle and in it is the shadow of the cross.
It was on the island of women,
Flowers rose from the ground.
There was a white sea around them,
The ice poured into the sea.
Women stood around him
Thin, like poplar.
The moon rose above their branches,
And the earth was silent under my feet.
The general looked around and said:
"Stop your laughter.
Give me a rope and soap
And we will sew dresses for everyone.
A little birch bark on hats
Shoes of ten thousand herbs;
Then let's throw mountain ash into the hearth,
And we will see which of us is right. "
No one said a word
The conclusions were clear.
At a distance, all those
Whose views were honest.
Their faces were ripples
From the consciousness of his rightness;
Their fingers danced a ballet on triggers,
And their souls were empty.
Some random passerby
He said: "We are all here, like ours.
Ways of the Lord are not marked in maps,
There are no traffic police on them.
And you can believe in society,
You can believe fate,
But if>
The convoy moved uneasily,
But the one who came was invisible to them.
And the general continued to repair the felt boots,
His face grimaced on a cry.
He said: "At times such as ours,
There is no place for unscientific love " -
And his hands were to the elbows in strawberries,
Or maybe - on the elbow in the blood.
Meanwhile, someone nearby beat flies,
He hit him with a spoon in his forehead.
The gathered threw themselves,
Gathered on a decent coffin.
The priest sang him,
The judge read the verdict;
And to the right of the coffin stood the chairman,
And to the left of the coffin was a thief.
This case was noted in annals,
But few people wrote about him.
The one who wrote, recalled the public,
More often remembered his own.
And the trees continue to listen to them,
Mosquito bearing a mosquito;
And women are waiting for the continuation of the conversation,
And I'm waiting for me to wake up.
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